Starlit hearts: Infinite skies

Bound by love and Sacrifice

San gently let Arielle sat on the bed, San took a deep breath and sighed Arielle who was seeing San this nervous stayed Silent, San climbed the bed and laid his head on her Lap. Arielle gently played with her hair, "My Love I want to tell you something, it is something that I have never said to anyone not even my parents"

Arielle hands never stopped playing with his hair. "Ge, everyone has their secrets and its not that necessary that everyone needs to knows it" Arielle's fingers continued their gentle dance through San's hair, a soothing rhythm that mirrored the ebb and flow of their emotions. Her words carried a wisdom beyond her years, a reminder that some secrets were meant to be shared only with those who held a special place in one's heart.

San felt a weight lift from his shoulders as Arielle's reassurance washed over him. Her acceptance and understanding were like balm to his soul, encouraging him to delve deeper into the recesses of his past, to share the intricacies of his journey with someone who had become his anchor in this tumultuous world.

With a soft smile, San began to weave the tapestry of his life's story, starting with his days as an outer disciple of the Tang Sect. He spoke of the trials and tribulations he faced, the arduous training that shaped his character, and the friendships that bloomed amidst adversity. Each word carried a hint of nostalgia, a fondness for the days when his dreams were young and untainted by the complexities of reality.

As he spoke of his first life's pivotal moment-the decision to sacrifice himself by leaping from the cliff-there was a somberness in his tone. It was a tale of selflessness and determination, a testament to the depths of his commitment to his beliefs and ideals.

Transitioning to his rebirth as Tang San, he recounted the challenges of navigating a new existence with memories of a past life lingering like shadows. He spoke of the internal struggles, the doubts and insecurities that plagued him as he grappled with the weight of his past choices.

The narrative took a poignant turn as he spoke of Xiao Wu, a name that held both pain and anger in his heart. San's voice carried a mixture of pain as he shared the story of their love, how it blossomed amidst shared dreams and aspirations, only to face the harsh reality of betrayal.

Through it all, Arielle listened with unwavering attention, her eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions-compassion, empathy, and a deep connection forged by shared experiences. Her touch on his hair was a silent reassurance, a reminder that she was there, unwavering in her support and understanding.

Arielle's tears fell like shimmering crystals, San's heart clenched with a mixture of sorrow and love. Her trembling hands held his face tenderly, her touch conveying a depth of emotion that words could not fully capture. Each kiss she planted on his eyes, nose, cheek and his head felt like a silent vow, a promise of unwavering devotion despite the trials they had faced.

Her sobs echoed in the quiet room, each tear a testament to the empathy and compassion she held within her heart. San's eyes softened with empathy as he gently wiped away her tears, his own vision blurred with unshed emotions.

"Sorry, Sorry! I wasn't the woman who showed you love for the first time" Arielle's voice quivered with regret, her words carrying the weight of years of longing to rewrite the past. "I am sorry for not being there, I wish I had the guts to confess to you in the past so that you wouldn't have gone through so much alone. I wish I was there. I wish I was the women who held you in the past."

San's heart ached as he listened to her heartfelt lament, her words piercing through the barriers of time and regret. "If I had made it all clear, you wouldn't have suffered so much," she continued, her voice choked with emotion.

San's own tears mingled with hers as he replied, "What is the result even if I reincarnate two times, you still got hurt and I failed to protect you." His words carried a bitter truth, a reflection of the pain they both had endured in different ways.